The Doctor of Thessaly – The Third Greek Detective Mystery
The Doctor of Thessaly continues this popular series with a tale set on the mainland of Greece.
A jilted bride weeps on an empty beach, a local doctor is attacked in an isolated churchyard – trouble’s come at a bad time to the backwater village of Morfi, just as the community is making headlines with a visit from a national government minister. Fortunately, where there’s trouble there’s Hermes Diaktoros, the mysterious fat man whose tennis shoes are always pristine and whose investigative methods are always unorthodox.
In this instalment of the Mysteries of the Greek Detective, Hermes must solve a brutal crime that the victim does not seem to want solving, thwart the petty machinations of the town’s ex-mayor and his cronies and pour oil on the troubled waters of a sisters’ relationship.
The Doctor of Thessaly is a gripping, darkly enchanting tale of envy, revenge and retribution, set against a sparkling Mediterranean backdrop and served up with a splash of ouzo.
Reviews of The Doctor of Thessaly
‘Zouroudi’s latest mystery brings the Hellenic vibe tantalisingly close…The plot works well, but more diverting still is Zouroudi’s atmospheric portrait of this austerely beautiful backwater.’ The Independent
‘Zouroudi is an artfully restrained writer. Her hints are subtle, and her plot twists, while satisfying, are never outlandish… The petty, spiteful village politician; the lonely daughter tending her disabled mother; the fall of darkness on a quiet shore; the silence in an abandoned orchard — this unassuming novel is rich in wonderfully compressed scenes, any one of which might have become a short story. But this is a mystery novel, and Zouroudi creates suspense as elegantly as she does atmosphere.’ The Washington Post
‘Sophisticated classic mystery fans will welcome Zouroudi’s third Deadly Sins mystery. Apart from her empathic lead, Zouroudi’s evocative prose is a plus: “When the wind blew, the corrugated iron roof – lashed down with rope and weighted with rocks – sang like the haunting dead, rattling its own percussion.”‘ Publishers’ Weekly